A little something, from me [M] to you [F] (2)

Sometimes things just happen. There’s not always a reason or a logical sequence of events that lead up to it. Sometimes you just put two things together and a reaction occurs, like a chemist combining reagents in a lab. The result is a mystery, and there’s no guarantee that what comes of it can even be controlled. This analogy perfectly describes our last meeting. An uncontrollable chemical fire of raw, sexual desire and urgency.

We’ve been talking about meeting for a long time. Promises were made, scandalous texts were written, and photos that we would be mortified to show even our closest friends were sent to each other. Tensions were understandably high when you answered the door to your studio apartment on that weekend and saw me standing there. Out of the blue. You knew I was coming–I just didn’t tell you it was going to be today.

The next moments are a blur of kissing and removing clothes. You can feel my desire through the way my hands touch you, tracing lines along your spine and lower back. The sensations send shivers down your arms, and raises the hairs on the back of your neck. The way our tongues intertwine within your mouth as we frantically make out makes you moan and pant, both of which are muffled by my own lips. The best word to describe us here is “desperate”. In this moment, there is only us. Nothing else even exists. All of me is yours, anything and everything for your pleasure. I’m here now. Just for you.

Can you feel my hands caressing your thighs and gently squeezing your ass? You can tell that I’ll be thorough. No curve of your body will be neglected, no edge unexplored. You will be well cared for and completely fucked senseless when I’m through with you, I promise you that with every fiber of my being. My lips wrapped around your clit, sucking gently while two fingers curl upwards and massage your G-spot. My cock, throbbing with need, pushed deep inside you all the way to your cervix, hitting areas that make you quiver. Being choked while I absolutely destroy you, slamming every inch of my member into you over, and over. My hands, gripping hold of your hair, pulling your head back as I fuck you raw on all fours. One orgasm will begin when the last ends, in a cycle of never ending pleasure. I’ll make your pussy remember my shape, and show you who you belong to. I want you remember me fondly, and think back on these moments for months to come. I want to etch this pleasure into your very being, and hear you beg me for more.

After a number of consecutive orgasms, you’ll have lost your sense of time and place. Reduced to a beautiful, quivering mess on your bed. Happy, fulfilled, and utterly satisfied. That is what I want most of all. A kiss on the forehead before bed ends our time together, and I tuck you in. Sweet dreams.

When you wake up in the morning, I’ll be gone. No trace of the mess we made of each other just last night. You might even wonder if it really happened. But then you see there’s a hot cup of coffee waiting for you on the kitchen counter, a note wedged in the handle of the mug. You take a sip and open the little folded piece of paper.

You read it and smile.

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Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vunpzs/a_little_something_from_me_m_to_you_f/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vunpzs/a_little_something_from_me_m_to_you_f/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

I wanted to personally thank everyone who read, commented, and upvoted the last one. I’m genuinely honored to have you read my work and give me your opinions. I hope you enjoyed this one as well.

Take care, we’ll talk soon.

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